The One About Hemorrhoids

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 Let me start by saying something important: nobody warns you about adulthood properly. It Started Innocently. Everything was normal. I woke up, drank my tea, minded my business like a responsible citizen. Around midday, I felt pressed and off to the loo I went to do a number two. Five minutes after, my life changed. Chaos. The Moment of Realization Let me tell you something: when hemorrhoids arrive, they do not knock politely . They enter like an uninvited relative during Christmas. Suddenly sitting down is no longer an activity. It becomes a negotiation with destiny . I sat down. My body said: “Excuse me, who authorized this?” I stood up. My body said: “Where do you think you're going? ” At that point I realized this pain is not joking with me. The Walk of Suffering Let me talk about walking. Normally, walking is simple. Left leg and right leg abi? But when hemorrhoids flare up, you start walking like someone that is transporting fragile eggs between your bu...
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SCALES LIE, A LOT.

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 So, I started exercising intentionally in the last few weeks,because I woke up one day and I could not move my body. Why do I feel so heavy? I could not even climb stairs without panting heavily.

 I decided to take a stroll to the neighbourhood pharmacy and get my multivitamins. I still can't figure out why I decided to check my weight. Mistake: because that scale LIED. How is someone with my size and height  78.5kg.

 I don't like how my body is at the moment. Slightly bulging tummy (that is if you consider a typical 4 months pregnancy bulge as slight).

 Moving on....people will tell you that you should LOVE your body, but I have news IT IS NOT THAT EASY. I just want to have a picture perfect body. I want to be able to wear dresses and crop tops. I want to be able to fit into my size 12 skinny jeans and skirts. I miss tucking shirts into pants and skirts. 

I don't want to be turning my face and looking for my perfect angle because my cheeks are puffy. I just want to take beautiful pictures. 

So, I spent about three days researching on weight loss and body shapes and diets etc. And for a foodie like me, dieting is taking this weight loss journey too far please🙄🙄.   

Now, I have stopped counting the numbers because scales can lie( this is my story and I am sticking with it) so I am still eating my regular food and cutting down on sugar. I do at least 3 km walk/run every morning. I try to drink at least 8 glasses of water daily. 

I am giving myself a month with regular exercise and no fizzy drinks. Will be back with figures.

Do not allow anyone to body shame you while on a weight loss journey. It is very important that you step away from looking for a perfect body , examine how you really feel about yourself and why


NB: It has been an emotional last 2 weeks for me, I had to step away from all the bad news and all.

Love and Light.

Comments

  1. OluwafemiyeyeTuesday, August 18, 2020

    You are stepping away from fizzy drinks? Hmmmm
    Love and light

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    1. TemmytayoWednesday, August 19, 2020

      I have stepped away. Mind ya own business plis dia.

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  2. AnonymousTuesday, August 18, 2020

    can we see a picture of the Tummy so we can follow the progress? smiles

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    1. TemmytayoWednesday, August 19, 2020

      I should put my naked belly on social media? What will happen in 5 years when I become governor of Lagos State?

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  3. AnonymousTuesday, August 18, 2020

    LMAFO na fat u fat you no kill person

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  4. jejelolaSunday, August 23, 2020

    Hi, I just stumbled on your blog. Good job and weldone.
    Are you still doing your exercises?
    Keep fit.

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